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| - Benson: Private property boys, hit the road. Kid: Is that... Are you a cop? Benson: I'm not a cop, I'm your worst nightmare. (The kids throw eggs at Benson, but he dodges them) Hey! Hey, stop it! Kid: Nice costume, loser! Man: Happy Hallow- (Falls off of the banister. Scene changes to Thomas telling a story to the other park workers, except for Pops and Benson.) Thomas: But the maniac was calling from outside the house! Wait, is that right? I mean, I mean, inside the house! (The other park workers groan at the story and throw their soda cans at him) Pops: Bet? Pops: Ooh!
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| - Benson: Private property boys, hit the road. Kid: Is that... Are you a cop? Benson: I'm not a cop, I'm your worst nightmare. (The kids throw eggs at Benson, but he dodges them) Hey! Hey, stop it! Kid: Nice costume, loser! Man: Happy Hallow- (Falls off of the banister. Scene changes to Thomas telling a story to the other park workers, except for Pops and Benson.) Thomas: But the maniac was calling from outside the house! Wait, is that right? I mean, I mean, inside the house! (The other park workers groan at the story and throw their soda cans at him) Muscle Man: Bad Thomas, bad! Seriously, that made my ears sad, bro. Mordecai: There's no way you're winning the bet. (Pops walks over) Pops: Bet? Skips: Yeah, Pops, whoever tells the scariest story wins the pot; our Halloween candy! Pops: Ooh! Rigby: And whoever tells the worst story, probably Thomas, has to wear their costume until Thanksgiving. Pops: Oh ho ho ho! What a humdinger of a bet! Mordecai: Your turn, Rigby. Candy up! Rigby: Hmph. Hmph. (Rigby pours his candy on the pile) Okay. We open on Mordecai eating cereal.
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